Chapter 65: The Demon's Head Is Never Threatened (3k)
Using his super vision, Clark searched Gotham City at speeds dozens of times the speed of sound for the warriors and ninjas David had mentioned.
He was afraid to miss any block, any alley.
Under the effect of his bio-electric field, the citizens of Gotham, going about their day on the streets, had no idea someone was speeding past them at dozens of times the speed of sound, which should have shattered all glass and severely injured pedestrians.
After more than ten minutes of non-stop searching, Clark finally found his targets at the train station, flashing into existence behind the crowd.
Beside the platform, nearly a hundred people, wearing gas masks and carrying katanas on their backs, were dressed as warriors. They exuded a chilling aura, like emotionless machines, making people instinctively want to stay away.
Coupled with their bizarre attire, the people at the station were frightened and kept their distance.
Even when the train arrived, no one dared to board it with them.
The middle-aged man leading them wore a suit and exuded an air of leadership in every movement. He elegantly leaned on a cane and stepped onto the train.
Behind him, his followers acted like the silent attendants of an ancient monarch, carrying a large, box-like machine onto the train.
"This must be Ra's al Ghul, the one David mentioned!"
Clark quickly dialed his brother's number.
"A plan to destroy the city?"
He clenched his fist.
...
In the Batcave, Bruce mixed the collected powder with water and then evaporated it. The few bats in the glass enclosure, used as test subjects, screamed in terror. Fear fueled their rage, and they attacked and bit each other madly.
Blood splattered, and torn flesh flew. In less than half a minute, the bats were on the verge of death.
He clenched his fist, his expression grim. By following the steps of the suspected plan, he had figured out the League of Shadows' objective.
"To have Gotham fall into ruin amidst fear, chaos, and infighting, accompanied by blood and screams."
The ferocity of just a few bats attacking each other out of fear was horrific.
"If it were tens of millions of people in Gotham..."
Bruce couldn't imagine the scene. If it wasn't stopped, hell would descend upon the earth.
However, there was only one stolen Microwave Generator, and its attack range was limited. It was impossible to replicate many in a short time. Once chaos erupted, the League of Assassins members would also be attacked.
"Unless the League of Assassins members carry that Microwave Generator quickly through the entire city... and then leisurely admire their results somewhere."
He pondered the specific steps of their plan.
In the reception room.
"Found it. At the elevated train station north of this city."
Upon receiving the call, David vanished from his spot in an instant.
The station wasn't far from Wayne Manor. Ten seconds later, he arrived at the train station Clark had mentioned.
Screech!
"No matter what plan you have to harm the citizens."
He saw Clark leap up and tear off the steel rails of the elevated train with his bare hands.
"Now, you can't go anywhere."
He landed on the ground, patting his hands with a serious expression.
Even though he didn't know the purpose of these people boarding the train, he knew he was right to stop the villains from doing whatever they intended.
"Who are you?"
Just as they sat down on the train, a grating sound came from the front. Everyone looked up and saw that the tracks had been destroyed.
A chilling coldness appeared on Ra's al Ghul's usually expressionless face, giving the impression of a monarch enraged and holding the power of life and death, causing people to tremble instinctively.
The aura accumulated by this demon, who had lived for over seven centuries and had been in a position of power for nearly a millennium, was extraordinary.
With the sound of metal friction, the warriors slowly drew the gleaming katanas from their backs, their cold, ruthless eyes locking onto the two men.
"Hurry and leave."
"They're killing people!"
The onlookers on the platform screamed, turning and fleeing in panic.
It was clear that these people were far more than just cosplaying as warriors.
Glancing at the panicked crowd, David's body, seemingly forged from high-density alloy, vanished from his spot and slammed into the train like a cannonball.
Bang!
In the blink of an eye.
A large hole was torn through the paper-thin car walls, and glass shards flew like blades, wreaking havoc inside the train.
David suddenly appeared inside the train, his body like cast iron, sending the dozen or so people around him flying.
"Where is the Lazarus Pit, Ra's al Ghul!"
Ra's al Ghul's pupils contracted, and a flicker of shock crossed his face.
"Kill!"
A group of warriors, seemingly fearless, roared and charged with drawn swords. David, his expression indifferent, didn't even glance at them as he stomped his foot.
A surge of immense energy swept through the interior of the tram. Warriors were sent flying in all directions, crashing through the tram's windows and landing outside, bleeding heavily.
Some, like corpses unaware of pain, immediately got back up and charged again with their swords.
"If you don't want to get hurt, you'd best stay put."
Clark stood at the tram's entrance, knocking down each attacker.
"How do you know that name!"
With dozens of his men severely injured, Ra's al Ghul didn't even blink. He stared intently at David, drawing a sword from his cane. The tip of the sword flicked like a viper, aiming straight for David's neck. The swordplay was swift and sharp, like a flash of white lightning.
Clang!
"Answer my question.
When it comes to combat skills, you might be one of the strongest people on this planet."
The moment the sword touched David's skin, the alloy blade shattered under a powerful energy blast. The hilt flew from Ra's al Ghul's hand. David, moving in a flash, grabbed Ra's al Ghul by the neck, lifting him up. His voice was chillingly cold.
"But in front of me, you're just a bug that's lived a little too long and is flailing its limbs!"
The Lazarus Pit granted Ra's al Ghul strength and speed beyond that of ordinary people, but before David, he was no different from a common man.
"The Demon's Head never succumbs to threats."
With his life hanging by a thread, Ra's al Ghul was indeed shocked by the incredible power the man before him possessed. He knew this youth could snap his neck with a slight movement, yet he sneered without a trace of fear.
"Is that so?"
David narrowed his eyes, knowing this old man couldn't be judged by ordinary standards.
People tend to become cold-blooded as they live longer, especially after bathing in the Lazarus Pit for centuries. Ra's al Ghul's mind had long been corrupted, and life and death didn't stir much emotional response in him.
"What do we do now? David, he doesn't seem to be afraid of death."
Even the warriors who had undergone brutal training couldn't withstand Clark's fists, one by one, they were knocked unconscious. Clark, who had been keeping an eye on the situation, ran into the tram. Seeing Ra's al Ghul, whose face showed no fear, he spoke with a hint of anxiety, lowering his voice.
For some reason, he felt this man wasn't faking his lack of fear of death. His own life and death didn't seem that important to him, like a devout zealot?
"I know your past, Ra's al Ghul."
David casually put down Ra's al Ghul, who was turning red in the face and almost suffocating.
Looking at Ra's al Ghul rubbing his aching neck, David's voice was indifferent, as if devoid of any emotion.
"You once studied alchemy, mastered medicine, and traveled the world.
You once had a passion for this world until you discovered the Lazarus Pit. The person you saved ended up killing your wife."
Hundreds of years ago, Ra's al Ghul traveled to Arabia by chance and discovered the Lazarus Pit. He was greatly amazed and devoted himself to studying its effects. There, he met the love of his life, a woman named Sola.
At the time, the prince of a nearby kingdom was suffering from a terminal illness and was on the verge of death. He sought help from Ra's al Ghul, who was skilled in medicine.
Even with his medical expertise, Ra's al Ghul couldn't cure the prince. He resorted to using the Lazarus Pit, and the dying prince came back to life. However, the prince, who was not a good person to begin with, had his dark side amplified, and he killed Sola.
The king, naturally, did not punish his beloved son. Instead, he had Ra's al Ghul arrested and imprisoned him with his wife's corpse, torturing him.
"Betrayed and losing your closest kin, you changed after that."
"How do you know about this past?"
Ra's al Ghul's face contorted, and he growled low, his past trauma brought to the surface.
This had happened over seven hundred years ago. Those who had followed him then were long dead. Logically, no one in the world should know about this.
Afterward, Ra's al Ghul managed to escape. He traveled to various places to learn martial arts and swordsmanship, gathered followers, and later returned to that place. He destroyed the small country, massacred its entire population from top to bottom, and founded the League of Assassins, vowing to eliminate corrupt nations, cities, and people in the world.
"Losing your loved ones must be a terrible feeling!"
"Shut up!"
The painful memories churned in his mind. Ra's al Ghul, who had been calm all along, was now filled with rage. He lunged forward with a punch.
But David slapped him back, sending him to the ground with blood trickling from his lip. David loomed over him, revealing his true intentions.
"I don't just know these things; I also know you have a daughter, Talia, whom you love dearly.
You love her more than anything in this world!"
Hearing his daughter's name, Ra's al Ghul's expression changed. For the first time, a flicker of panic appeared in his eyes before the two of them.
"Tell me where the Lazarus Pit is, or you will experience the pain of losing your loved ones again."
Lifting him by the neck once more with one hand, David brought him closer. His eyes exuded a terrifying chill, enough to make one's soul tremble and freeze.
"No matter where she hides, I will absolutely find her and make her suffer a painful death."
Ra's al Ghul was so cold-blooded that he could orchestrate the deaths of millions without batting an eye, but he loved his daughter.
In the comics, because his daughter loved Batman, he wanted Batman and his daughter to take over the League of Assassins. He had numerous opportunities but showed mercy to Batman.
"David?"
Clark's expression faltered, slightly startled by his brother's demeanor.
However, David was probably just pretending to be like this to save their father. David was only a bit cold in his dealings, not to the point of implicating innocent people.
David had no intention of taking out his anger on innocent people.
But as Ra's al Ghul's daughter and a high-ranking member of the League of Assassins, Talia was by no means an innocent person. The blood on her hands was beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
"I guarantee not a single bone of your daughter will be left."
He raised his palm and fired an energy blast toward the underside of the station. A bowl-sized hole was burned into the bottom of the carriage.
Molten iron dripped, and the earth and stone turned into lava, extending over ten meters deep into the ground, forming a dark, gaping hole. Ra's al Ghul's face changed drastically as the boiling heat washed over him, carrying with it the sulfurous smell of hell.
David delivered his chilling threat, enunciating each word.
"By then, even if you possessed the Lazarus Pit, you would be powerless, just like your wife Sola, who died before your very eyes."
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